This aphorism is ascribed to E. B. White, though some credit the punch line to Robert Frost. I’m not sure who said it first, but I do know that by that definition, there are very few Yankees left.

Perhaps, for good reason. The tradition of pie for breakfast is a farm tradition, where breakfast was served after the morning chores were done. "The man who enjoyed a slab of pie at seven-thirty had been up milking cows since four o'clock," wrote Louise Andrews Kent of Calais, who wrote cookbooks and articles for Vermont Life under the name of Mrs. Appleyard. "He had already done what most men would consider a day's work, and he would still be working 12 hours later."

And, if most men today aren’t up at 4:00 a.m. doing chores any more, most women aren’t getting up with their men at that time either, to stoke the cookstove, make the coffee, and get the breakfast ready for the family and any hired help. Both the decline in the farm culture and the women’s movement has changed all that.

Jan Albers in her wonderful book, Hands on the Land, writes about all the ways people have changed the landscape of Vermont. She tells the story of a farm wife in East Corinth who wrote, “I had an aunt that her husband didn’t think he’d had breakfast unless he had hot apple pie. She was sick once and he came in from the barn one morning and the hired girl was bustling around trying to have a pie ready for breakfast. And he told her she didn’t have to bother…that they could get along without it. And my aunt, she was in bed, but she heard him say so. So she said to herself, ‘Old man, if the hired girl doesn’t have to make pie, your wife doesn’t have to.’ So he didn’t get any more pie for breakfast. He’d get it for dinner and supper but not for breakfast.”

Double-crusted fruit pies are the traditional breakfast pie, in part because they could be served hot fresh out of the oven, or reheated after sitting in a pie safe for the better part of a week. Pies were made assembly-line fashion in the farm kitchen and enough were made at a time to last the week. According the American Pie Council, a Vermont housewife, itemizing her baking for the year 1877, counted her yearly total as 421 pies (plus 152 cakes and 2,140 doughnuts).

Does anyone have pie for breakfast anymore? According to a 2008 survey conducted by Crisco and the American Pie Council, 35 percent of Americans say they’ve had pies for breakfast. Ask around Vermont and just about everyone has had pie for breakfast one time or another; they just don’t make a regular habit of it any more.

It’s blueberry season right now and music festival season. Dinners are scattered affairs; our schedules are fractured. So when our son Sam arrived with 4½ pounds of tiny wild blueberries that he had foraged, pie for breakfast sounded ideal. I needed a recipe that wouldn’t mask the delicate flavor of the wild berries, so I made the Fresh Blueberry Pie from 250 Treasured Country Desserts, which I wrote with Fran Raboff a few years ago.

The recipe calls for 3 cups of fresh berries lining the crust, with a glaze of 1 cup cooked berries. The glaze seeps in between the fresh berries and holds it all together – just barely. The flavor is pure fresh berries, slightly enhanced. A dollop of whipped cream on top does no harm.

Here’s the recipe. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, or coffee break. It’s a fine way to enjoy this season’s fresh blueberries.

1. Rinse and thoroughly drain the blueberries. Spread 3 cups of the berries on a towel to dry while you prepare the glaze. Set aside 1 cup of the berries.

2. Combine 3/4 cup of the water and sugar in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil, decrease the heat to medium, and cook, stirring, until the sugar dissolves. Add the 1 cup blueberries, lemon zest, and lemon juice.

3. Dissolve the cornstarch in the remaining 1/4 cup water. Add to the berry mixture and cook, stirring, until the mixture boils; the liquid will thicken and clear, becoming somewhat transparent.

4. Spread the 3 cups of uncooked blueberries in the pie shell. Spoon the thickened berry glaze mixture over the fruit.